Chapter 24 24: Saint's Unholy Desire 🥵
He found Baby leaning against the wall by the side of his bed, an annoying grin on his face as he held the other leg of his shoe in his hand.
"Take another step and it'll be your face this time –"
"I fucking dare you," Saint's rough voice dared, his steps not slowing as he approached Baby.
"I warned you," Baby smirked and threw the second shoe at Saint.
Just like he promised, it aimed directly at Saint's face, but this time, Saint easily caught and threw it to the side.
In the next second, he was standing in front of Baby, his chest heaving as he stared at the unapologetic smirk on Baby's face.
"What? Are you just going to stand there looking like a gorilla? Huh?" Baby was about to touch Saint's hand when an unexpected punch landed on his stomach.
He doubled over, his vision blurring for a second, but through his pain, he caught a glimpse of something peaking out just shy beneath Saint's waistband.
"Wait, wait, no, wait, what's–uhh!" Baby arched his back as Saint slammed him against the wall, the pain shooting down his spine.
"You fucking, insensitive idiot!" Saint pinned Baby to the wall by his throat, his other hand gripping his chin tightly, "I think I've gone too soft on you, you think you can fuckinv treat me like you treat others? You think I'm your plaything?" He sneered close to Baby's wincing face, the dull ache on the back of his head a reminder of Baby's intolerant act.
Baby coughed, tapping Saint's hand around his throat. He should be more concerned about his safety, but his curiosity was about to get the better of him.
"I just... I just want to know..." he coughed, his other hand reaching between them, "I just want to know what this is." He choked out, his palm sprawling over Saint's abdomen, dangerously close to the low-hung waistband.
Saint froze, his hands automatically weakening and losing around Baby's throat and chin.
His heart leapt, skipped a beat, then picked up with a maddening pace, his breath hitching as he shuddered visibly.
His hand flew, covering Baby's on his abdomen.
"What do you think you're doing?" His voice was strained, low and rough, his eyes heated up with dark intensity.
Baby looked up, his flushed face glowing under the light as he locked his hat eyes with Saint's dark ones. A voice screamed for him to halt whatever his curiosity was leading him towards, but he shut that voice out, slowly leaning off the wall.
He leaned his face close to Saint's, his breath turning heavy as he recalled how they had been even closer than this at the party.
He gulped, slowly sliding his hand away from Saint's that was halting him. Then, very slowly, he slid his fingers in, tugging Saint's pants very slightly to reveal the inked writing.
Saint visibly trembled, his lips parting in a quiet gasp as Baby's fingers slid under his waistband, the warmth traveling right where he didn't want it to. His teeth gritted as his control started to fray, his blood pumping faster and hotter right where he did want it to.
"I saw something, Saint... I was just trying to see what it was," he whispered, holding Saint's dark gaze for a second before lowering it to the tattoo on his hip.
"Baby, stop..." Saint murmured, his hand holding Baby's shoulder when he tried to lean down to check what was written on Saint's hip.
Baby shrugged his hand away, "I'm just checking," he frowned and bent over, his face inches away from Saint's hips as he focused on the tattoo.
"Saint? You tattooed your name on your hips? So typical of you," Baby scoffed, his fingers slowly tracing the writing.
The soft breaths fanning his sensitive skin, the warm, smooth fingers tracing his tattoo, it was all too much for Saint to stand still and endure.
With a restrained groan, he gripped Baby's shoulder and slammed him against the wall, pinning him there so he doesn't come any closer to him.
"Enough..." his voice was hoarse, and dangerously sexy, "Stop being annoying or I'll –"
"Punch me?" Baby cut in, chuckling, "You already did that, and that hurts by the way, I'm getting my payback in the morning." He groaned, touching his abdomen where Saint had punched him.
Saint glanced down at him and regret flushed across his eyes for a second before they hardened again.
"Listen to me, Baby," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "I don't appreciate your hands going wherever they want in my body. I'll let it slip this time, but next time –"
"You'll bite my lip again?" Baby asked, grabbing Saint's arm to pull him closer, lifting his chin to offer his lips to Saint.
"Here, since yiur a fucking dog, bite all you want," Baby slowly sank his teeth on his lower lip, dragging it over his lip in the same slow motion.
Siant cursed under his breath and released, Baby, "You're crazy."
"Not so fast," Baby immediately caught Saint's hand the moment it went off his body, pulling him back to position.
"What the fuck has gotten into you, Baby? Knock it off!" He pushed Baby off him but the stubborn man pulled him right back, and this time, slamming his back against the wall.
"I'm not done, Saint. I want my revenge, here, now," Baby breathed out, smiling coldly at Saint's shocked face.
Saint shut his eyes and willed his pulse and body to calm down. When he opened them again, they had their usual, cold, detached look, but nothing could hide the fire burning in them.
"What revenge, he asked calmly, ignoring the way Baby's hand was placed flat against his chest.
"Why did you tattoo your name on your hip? For identification when you get kidnapped?" Baby questioned, gripping Saint's chin just like he'd done to him.
"I don't find this joke funny, Baby. Let go, I don't want to... just let go," Saint sighed, shoving his fingers through his hair.
"Fine. But I'll get my revenge first," Baby stepped forward, tilting his face to look at Saint.
Saint stared, his head blank for a while as he watched Baby watch him, his breath coming out faster and heavier.
"What is your revenge?" He asked slowly, gritting his teeth and hating himself for indulging whatever madness Baby was brewing.
"Lip. To bite your lip," Baby murmured, his eyes falling to Saint's lips.
"No," Saint replied abruptly, leaving no room for argument.
He pried Baby's hand away from his chin, pinning a stern look on his face, "Enough. You're drunk, and what you need is sleep –"
"No!" Baby snapped, "I said what I said, Saint. What I need is your lips!" He pushed against Saint's chest, pressing a hand against Saint's bare chest, "Just let me bite back and I'll let you go. Or, we can stay here all night long –"
"Alright," Saint said, straightening up and removing Baby's hand from his chest.
He knew he should never agree to Baby's dangerous game, but it was either a bite on the lip or something more dangerous, and he didn't want to find out just how far thighs could escalate between them.
As Nickel said, he had to be the level-headed one, and right now, that's exactly what he was doing: being level-headed.
Baby paused, staring deep into Saint's eyes, the playful smirk disappearing from his face.
"Really?" His voice came out small, eyes darting between Saint's eyes and his lips.
"Goddammit, Baby. Goodnight –"
"No, no, I'll bite," Baby murmured, pushing Saint back against the wall.
He glanced once at Saint's heated eyes before he slowly leaned in tilting his head as he pushed himself up on his toes to align his mouth with Saint's.